Practicing the silence muting all the sounds you hear somones getting violentCutting off all the ends you steal signs of forward progress still wrappedTight inside and sealed free me from this madness and I'll never look back toHeal silence in your sleep and people they are weak I'm cutting allConnections that led you two to speak

Death is a disease and people they believe almost out of time I said yourUnderlined

Practicing the silence underlined from all your pain slowly slipping backwardsCalling out gods name in vain signs of forward progress chanting that youreAlmost free you whispered to me and told me that your life wasn't me

Another day and another weak which type of death is a disease your so damnBlind and so am I your underlined turn away......